They Changed My Life, chapter 3

We fell to the ground, and the guy had a mix of horror and amusement on his face. A guy with blond hair (the pusher of the guy that was now sitting on me, I assumed) ran across the hallway. The guy that landed on me was already helping me up.
"Are you two all right?" the blond guy asked.
I muttered, "Yeah" and the guy that had used me as a cushion replied, "Are you kidding me? I was just pushed onto a hot girl! Hell yeah I'm alright!"
The blond guy smiled, and then looked at me. "Seriously-are you alright?"
I smiled back (which wasn't too hard to do, actually, ) and said, "Yeah-I'm not dead at least."
The guys smiled and helped me pick up my stuff. I'd been at this school for less than an hour, and already I had had my stuff knocked around more than once. Since I couldn't find my locker, I asked these guys to help me. They seemed nice enough, and they agreed.
"That's near my locker!... Maybe..." exclaimed the guy that had sat on me. I guess I had a weird look on my face because the blond guy said, "Don't worry. Trey doesn't bite most of the time."
"Only when I'm horny," added Trey.
I laughed and headed to the locker that Trey pointed out. After a few minutes of struggling with the lock, the blond guy came over and said, "Don't think any less of Trey. I mean you guys aren't off to a great start yet, but-yeah. This isn't your locker."
"Are you serious?" I exclaimed.
"Don't get mad-Trey's just like that."
I shook my head and laughed. "I'm not mad-he's just an idiot." I could see Trey going up to random Freshmen guys and waggling his eyebrows suggestively. The blond guy led me to the correct locker.
"Yeah-but he's a good guy. By the way, I'm Mike... And that's Frank."
"That's Tre' Cool to you to," Tre' said as he accompanied us again.
"So let me get this straight. Your name is Frank, but you want me to call you Tre'? Cool-I guess. I'm Estelle MacDermott. As you can tell, I'm new here," I said as I arranged my books and random things into my locker. That being done, I said good-bye to Mike and Tre' and headed to my first period Advanced English class. I wasn't too far behind, and I caught up quickly, probably because we were studying the life of Edgar Allan Poe, who I adored. It was a pretty uneventful class, other than a few girls giggling at the way I was dressed. After first period, I made my way to math. I saw Mike in the hallway with a few guys, and I waved. I thought my day was off to a pretty good start, suprisingly (considering my life's record of things fucking up, ) other than the bus ride. I ended up being a minute or two late for math class because I couldn't find the class room. When I finally found the right room, the class was in the middle of the discussion. I opened the door, and every head swiveled towards me. Feeling sheepish, I adressed the teacher. "Uh-I couldn't find the classroom. It's my first day here so I'm not really adjusted yet."
The teacher just looked at me and said, "Welcome Miss...?"
"MacDermott," I answered. "Estelle MacDermott."
"Well, Miss MacDermott, you can go sit next to Mr. Armstrong."